Transition

Good morning.

I am pleased to accept Dream Teller' s invitation to visit with you. While I am blessed with certain 'gifts' considered out of the ordinary, I consider myself a rather ordinary individual. My name is Tori and I recently joined Dream Teller's staff; a move that has brought many changes in my life. I thought perhaps I would take this opportunity to speak to you about
changes, transitions, that many of us face as we traverse our path in this life.

I am a native of Louisiana. I grew up in a small community where virtually everyone knows everyone else. We are known for taking care of our own and so it was that when I and my two siblings were orphaned at early ages, our grandparents took us in. As they grieved the loss of their only child, a daughter (our mother), and our father, who was like a son to them, they showered us with love and guided us with gentle hands through that first difficult transition in our lives. In time we learned to overcome the fears and pain of our loss and because we were so young, we were able to transfer our need for mother and father to our grandparents. Thankfully, they were still young enough and willing to fill that important place in our lives, while maintaining their position as grandparents.

My grandfather was a big, robust man who worked hard and long to provide for us. My grandmother nurtured us at home and at the end of each work/school day, and no matter how tired they were, they made each evening something to look forward to. We sat at the big kitchen table while Grandpa helped us finish our homework and Grandma cooked dinner. Those were some of the happiest times of or lives. But our happiness was shattered yet again when Grandma suddenly fell ill and within a few months was taken from us. For a time we were a family of lost souls but Grandpa rallied and sat us down at the table and outlined the direction our lives were to take.

He gave us the gift that would see us through other transitions; that of charging each of us with responsibility for making the family unit continue to work, successfully. We learned many important things at that great man's knee. We watched him deal with his own loss while he unselfishly helped us deal with ours; taught us to overcome our anger, allowed us our tears while he shed his own, unashamedly, and he kept us to the morals and values he and grandma had instilled in us.

At the age of fifteen my sister became something of a mother figure to her thirteen year old brother and eleven year old sister, me. Once again, our lives settled into order. Each of us learned to carry the household chores, sharing responsibilities with one another and Grandpa. Then lightening struck again. On the eve of our beloved sister's high school graduation she and my brother were driving into town to pick up her graduation gown and cap when they were hit and killed by a drunk driver. I was fourteen years old and my anger and fear became such that I rebelled against God and grandpa; believed that I was being punished for some terrible, unknown sin I must have committed to bring so many tragedies down on myself. I turned inward and no matter what Grandpa said or tried to do to reach me, I refused to let him in. I hated him and I wanted nothing to do with him, and it was much later in my life that I realized my behavior was the product of my fear of losing the only other person in my life.

For two years I managed to make his life a living hell; sneaking out at night, running with the wrong crowd, and generally creating chaos and havoc wherever I went. Grandpa worked tirelessly to bring me under control, but to no avail. When I reached seventeen, I stood toe-to-toe with him and delivered the devastating speech that would finish breaking his heart. I told him I was quitting school and I was pregnant. I will never forget the pain that filled those eyes, nor the tears that overflowed them. It was at that point that Grandpa gave me the biggest gift a man could give his grandchild. He swept me into those strong arms and held me against his chest; refused to let me go when I fought him. He just stood there holding me until I wore myself out. I heaped terrible things upon his head; called him awful names, accused him of being useless, and so on. The gift came in that quiet way of his. As he stroked my head, he whispered to me of the love he had for me and his belief in me; the gift of acceptance. Never once did he blame me for all I'd done.

He charged me with duty and responsibility for my unborn child and promised his continued support and help to see me through the mistakes I'd made. He never once went back on his word; never wavered. Those were hard times in a small community that had all but washed its hands of me. But Grandpa made me stand tall, helped me regain respect for myself, and taught me not to retaliate against those who condemned me for my sins. I went on to complete my high-school education at night school and when I got my GED he was as proud of me as if I had finished school in the traditional manner. But Grandpa wasn't done with me.

Together, we welcomed the birth of my daughter. She was two months old before I finally gave in and told him the name of the father of my child. We decided it best to keep that between us. Since her father was already married, with children of his own, Grandpa believed it best not to break up that family, which it surely would have done. The man was merely a player who'd taken what a lonely, angry girl had offered, and would not have welcomed another child into his life. In short, he was and continues to be an undesirable lot and so we left sleeping dogs lie, so to speak.

About the time that my daughter was three years old (I was a sophmore at college), my grandpa sat me down one night to speak to me about something I'd kept to myself, since childhood, and never knew he even had any idea about. He spoke to me of the 'gifts' that came down through our family on my mother's side, through Grandpa's side; gifts bestowed upon the females, only. You cannot begin to understand my shock at listening to what he had to say, nor the relief I felt at learning that I was not crazy but that I had inherited what was natural in our lineage.

He went on to introduce me to the fact that one of his sisters and her daughters were of the 'gift' and my real education began. I am now twenty-eight years old and comfortable with who I am. My grandpa in now with the rest of our family, and while my daughter and I are the only living members of our line on my father's side, we are safe in the bosom of a remakable family of aunts and cousins on my mother's side. I know I have come full circle and I am already seeing signs that my daughter has inherited the 'gift'.

I no longer fear life's transitions and I am blessed to possess the gift for healing. I am presently working with a Master of the Art of Healing, as well as working with Dream Teller (yes I finished college and hold a MBA, which I put to use in this job). Eventually, I hope to transition from the business end into working with the Council, but there is time for that when my daughter graduates high-school.

I have revealed all of this so that others may see that no matter what life dishes out, one has opportunities to redeem oneself and reclaim control of one's life. Yes, I was blessed to have a support system, and I know that others are not so blessed. But I also know that if one is willing to overcome anger and despair and seek guidance, there are those who will lend a helping hand. I know that because I see it happening, over and over. I watch it on the outside and am watching it from within this tight-knit community of extraordinary beings who have welcomed me and my child with open arms.

In all of my life, I have never witnessed the kind of care and compassion that thrives in the heart of this community. Certainly, it is difficult for most to believe in other Kinds, much less accept that they aren't a danger to Outsiders. I have only recently (the past two years) come to terms with the knowledge that Immortals walk this earth; that all Vampyres and Werewolves aren't the evil creatures they are made out to be; that Witches aren't crazy people looking to destroy humanity.

I have watched many of the afore-mentioned going out of their way to prevent some terrible disaster befalling innocents who have no idea they are being protected; much less that grave danger stalks them. I am privy to the knowledge of great sums of money that leave the pockets of generous individuals who have made it their life's work to provide financial stability for children who lose their families; for individuals who struggle to provide for their children; and to organizations set up for those purposes.

And with all of that, there is the kind of assistance I received. I am not Witch, nor Immortal, but a woman who was struggling to learn all that I could of my 'gift' and how best to use it in a world where I couldn't speak of it, outside of my family. I had come to feel what I had would surely go to waste, for need of secrecy to protect me and my child. As my aunts and cousins had been doing, for the same reason, my sphere in which to render aid was small; limited to those who accept what we are, without question. I had never sought out others outside my family, who might possibly help me hone my skills, for I had no earthly idea where to turn. It was when my tutor and mentor approached me that I learned there are others like me; others with greater skills -Masters and Mistresses of the Art which defies logic and intellect, in ordinary society.

And here, in this society, is where I have found acceptance of who I am and all that has come to pass, for me. While there is no completely safe place for any of us, here is where I feel most safe; where I am allowed to do what I do, where I am constantly learning more and more of the extent of my abilities. Here is wherever I happen to be at a moments notice; wherever I am sent to aid another or others; here, where I now have a job that allows me to support my child and myself in comfortable fashion, while at the same time using my 'gift' as it was meant to be used.

Sounds like the dream of a lifetime but I assure you it is no dream existence. Rather, it is reality with a heavy dose of responsibility thrown into the bargain. Little joy comes from seeing what I see, knowing what I know. No, the scraps of joy come from the doing; saving one not meant to leave this earth at that particular time. Outsiders like yourself might be able to understand if you look upon my work as salvaging a body and mind from the wreck of some heinous destruction. I do not heal what is not meant to be healed, for that is not possible. The Fates predict what is meant, or not, and each of us here must follow that direction. And because we cannot know all, we may be well into an attempted healing before we realize our efforts will be wasted. You cannot begin to understand how it feels to know that a child must be left to die, or an individual we have tirelessly worked on must be allowed to go on to another plane.

I hope I have given you some insight into that other world of which you may continue to believe does not exist. But exist it does, and those of us here will continue to hope that some day in the future, Outsiders will no longer turn a blind eye to the reality; worse, seek to destroy those whom they don't understand. God bless and keep you, Tori.

More Info., re. incentive to our visitors

Bonjour mes amies.

'Tis a beautiful day...a new opportunity for each of us. We have received a flood of e-mail to let us know that our fellow bloggers and visitors are pleased to have us back online. We thank you all and look forward to getting this site back up to speed. Merci, thank you, for bearing with us.

We also had several inquiries re. bringing new visitors to the site and how those will be tallied and creditied to the proper person. Regretfully we left out that pertinent information when we spoke of the incentive to bring new visitors to our blog. So here is how it works. Ask each of your recruits to respond to one of our posts by clicking on the mail envelope at the end and to include the name or assumed identity, your preference, of the person who encouraged them to visit. Each of those will be posted to your separate file and at the end of the incentive term we will tally the number of new visitors per file and announce who won the beautiful cape. In the event of a tie, two capes will be purchased and awarded. So get busy and contact your friends, family members, and acquaintences who are interested in things of this nature.

We also received a large number of inquiries, re. those who would be selected to be brought among us and how to apply for those invitations. There are no specific standards to meet and one does not apply. What we do is sift through our mail and choose those who 'appear' to have a particular interest and/or those we deem in need of counsel, assistance, and information. That is not to say that each of you does not qualitfy in one form or fashion but you must remember that some of you evidence a greater interest or need. Too, while you may not be chosen for the first event, you may well be chosen for the next or the next.

Another question, re., will those chosen meet Dream Teller and/or others of our esteemed guests, in person? Aye, and that is the most important reason we must be careful whom we select. As you well know, there are those who seek to harm and those who have made it their life's ambition to 'expose' us for whatever reason drives them. So it is not on a whim that we choose someone to come among us. But those who are chosen can rest assured that utmost discretion and high security for their safety and ours will be in place.

Another question: What if I'm chosen and I can't make arrangements to attend at a specific time or place? Once again, all things will be considered and every effort made to assist you to be able to attend.

Note of interest: No one under the age of 21 will be chosen unless someone 19--20 is deemed mature enough or in dire need for assistance. 'Tis not that we do not recognize 18-20 years of age as adult, but that many of the age group do not fully grasp the seriousness of what we do. We have had many e-mails from persons of that age group and by the nature of those e-mails we can easily conclude that it is not in their best interest to directly further their interests in a personal fashion. We encourage those in that age range to continue to visit our blog and learn from our posts, for that is what we do; teach.

I hope this has given you a clearer picture of where we are headed and we look forward to going forward and making the furture a better place for all. Blessed Be, Kaithlin

For lo doth majic...

Greetings, All.

'Tis but a fine, imaginary, line doth exist between the world of majic and the world which claims majic does not exist. There are those who claim powers of Majic and those who are actually Majical Beings. So said, let us ponder... We will look upon 'Majic' as an umbrella term since there doth exist many and varied forms of the Art. As there are many forms of Majic, it naturally follows that there are many different types or 'Kinds' who practice the Art of Majic-making. Nothing dark and hidden in that, hmm?

Allow me to take a moment to speak to certain things that tend to create disbelief in what is considered out of the normal realm of the ordinary. First, misconceptions regarding tools of Majic; there has always been the pre-conceived imagery one finds, even in 'true to the Art' books and other mediums, which feeds scorn of the Art. For instance, Majic wands; boiling cauldrons; various types of knives; period fashions, and so on.

Then there are terms; descriptive by their very nature. 'Witch' conjures images of old hags with unkempt hair, dressed in rough black frocks, brandishing their wands to turn innocent folks into some form or other of reptile or animal while they brew posion potions over an open fire. How funny is that? Or maybe not so funny to the child who hovers beneath the bed covers, trembling with angst, as he fears that he may well meet his fate in a boiling cauldron. There are many tales of such happenstance the world over; in every language, that has been carried down through the ages. Even in these modern times, folks shun he or she who claims to be a Witch and while those folks claim to not fear those they shun, you can bet that some degree of fear lurks inside them. The ages-old question: if you do not believe then why do you fear?

The answer is quite simple; it is human nature to fear what one does not understand, even if one is given to pooh-pooh the idea. Chance; the belief that there is always the outside, if miniscule, chance that one is wrong in one's personal beliefs. Who among us, Mortal or Immortal, has never been wrong? There is no perfect Being (other than the God or Gods of one's faith), regardless of one's state of being. Even the oldest of Immortals, with centuries of learning under their belt, are prone to make the occassional mistake. But I digress.

The tools of Majic are just that; tools, props if you will. Those are used to provide focus for the practicioner of Majic. Certainly, such tools can be imbued with majical powers by the practicioner to aid in what one is attempting to accomplish. And it is quite true that if a particular tool is stolen, it might cause harm to the thief. But more than likely the thief will only find that he has stolen what is useless to any other than the owner; unless the thief happens to be another practicioner of Majic and has the knowledge to use the Majic contained in the tool. But for all practical purposes, the tool is useless to others.

Fashion; another thing that lends fuel to the fire of disbelief. Witches, Warlocks, and other majical Beings appear to have a penchant for high drama. Aye, and some do while others do not. The color, black, is easily explainable. Among practicioners of Majic, black is considered a 'power' color; what the color red is to ordinary folks. To one who thinks in terms of black and white, black is considered evil while white is the color of all that is good and right. Narrow-minded, those who think in such terms, for all can never be reduced to black or white terms. Thinking inside that cramped box 'twould be tantamount to ignoring what one is unable to understand; which is the case where the majority dwells. If you cannot understand or explain it then it must not exist.

Amazingly enough, many of those with narrow minds will pay top dollar to go see the latest cinema flick or purchase the latest novel about the very individuals and things they do not believe in, and all in the name of entertainment. Go figure (but I do not waste my time doing so). Again, I look upon it as human nature; paying for the strange desire to be scared out of one's wits. What it boils down to is that those particular folks harbor their dark little secrets;belief, which they will not openly admit to. Which is fine; if one does not force their personal opinions upon others. And therin lies the rub; forcing one's opinion upon others.

There all manner of clergy members who teach their flocks that belief in the supernatural is a guaranteed ticket to hell. Yet, those same folks would have their followers believe that blind faith in one's choice of religion is the order of the day. Miracles. Hmm... The sad reality is that each religious organization claims that one 'must' have faith in only that religion, when it comes to things such as purported miracles. Sadder, to my way of thinking, are the astronomical numbers of followers who fall in line with such thinking. Again, that is one's right of choice but it certainly narrows the path to knowledge.

Next we have the ages-old dilemma as to whether or not Vampyres exist, or ever did. They do, and have since the beginning of time. They are so much more evolved, and continue to evolve, as the rest of humanity does, in order to exist and traverse the realm of modern society. Are they horrendously ugly skeletal caricatures of humanity? Some are; through their own fault. The Vampyre does not begin existence as such a creature, but only becomes so by his/her actions. Surprise? Not if you give it valuable thought. How many times have you looked upon another of your Kind and made the statement: She has been rode hard and put up wet? It is a fact that hard living will find evidence in the face and body; turn it into something of a gross nature. Consider the alcoholic, the street person, the drug abuser, etc. The Vampyre is not so different in that; brings ugliness upon self, for the abuse purpetrated upon others. It is a form of punishment for one's sins.

As you think about that, consider the Vampyre who does acts of good toward others. Like their bretheren, they begin their existence much as they looked when their human bodies died. There are some who are uncommonly handsome and beautiful, but so too are there such humans (not those who pay to have their looks enhanced, for those will fade with time). I am speaking of natural beauty. Looks aside, many Vampyres walk among the human population without anyone being the wiser. They dress and behave as ordinary folks do, live in the same style, work in public, etc. Aye, and the majority are limited by the hours in which they may expose themselves, but even as we speak, some are able to tolerate daylight. They are called Day Walkers, but most keep to the night. Thus you will find them doing all those activities (socializing and working) folks do at night.

It is generally thought that Vampyres have no soul. Well, as the soul cannot be seen, who can prove that? That belief lends itself to the theory that all Vampyres are heinous individuals straight from the Netherworld. So sad. There are Vampyres who attend religious services, much as the rest of church-goers do, so there goes the ridiculous belief that things of a religious nature can stave all of them off. Truth of the matter is that crosses and holy water are particular deterrents when dealing with the bad boys and girls, but those things will only serve to make them very uncomfortable, but not destroy them. Wooden stakes to the heart? Weapons of old; but those can only slow them down. Unless the heart is separated from the body and completely destroyed, they will heal and rise again. Actually any weapon used to impale the heart will work to slow them down; but only for a time. One must remember they possess powers of rejuvenation; heal in an extraordinary manner. The rich soil is their medicine and that is why many prefer to 'go to ground' while at rest, whether to heal or not. But many sleep in beds; always with protective measures in place.

Vampyres are supremely intelligent and why not, given the length of the existence? They carry knowledge from generation to generation and century to century. No mystery in that. And because of such intelligence, they face the task of learning to fit in with the present society, and that without giving themselves away and thus they are easily bored. It is no small wonder that even the nicest of the Kind will sometimes get up to a spot of mischief to allay their boredom with the less intelligent races among whom they dwell. Can you imagine talking to the most intelligent human being you can find only to have to deal with knowing everything they know but knowing it with more advanced facts?

Vampyres have a majical abilities all their own. Most do not consider themselves practicioners of Majic, but that their abilities and strengths are common to their Kind. Certainly there are those who like to think of themselves as majical beings; and so what? What of those humans who think of themselves as with such superior intelligence that they can do more than the ordinary individual? Get the point? It matters not how one views one's abilities; only that one is gifted with such.

Aye, and majical abilities are gifts. Used wisely and for the good, those can be enhanced; used for evil purposes, those abilities become the albatross around the evil-doers neck. That is as it should be and will be, for it is written. So, when next you think of practicioners of Majic as mythical beings, know that you dwell within the confines of a very small box. Those who are willing to step outside those confines are those who gain true knowledge and, oft, are gifted to know a special individual. Whether that individual be Witch, Vampyre, Werewolf, Faery, or any other Kind, 'tis in the human's best interests not to ignore that this world does not belong to human-kind, alone. Take heed, Dream Teller.

Information

Bonjour mes amies.

I am pleased to be back with you. I wish to add my thanks to those who kindly offered condolences for Dream Teller's loss. We are all heartened by her return and will do our best to get things moving forward and onward. As she stated, there is much work to be done and so many to reach out to.

Many of you continued to e-mail us throughout the months of our absence at this site and it is with regret that I must say that, under the circumstances of that absence, it is impossible to answer all of those e-mails. Too, there were many new visitors to our blog during that absence, some of whom didn't know to check our archives, and thus they didn't know that the blog wasn't abandoned. I hope those of you who knew and continue to check in, will use your resources to urge others to visit here. There were some of those new visitors who e-mailed to express their disdain for the perceived abandonment and while we are trying to get answers out to those, we cannot reach all of them.

The gift (cape) we offered is not in the way of a contest prize, but merely an incentive for those who will put out the effort to assist us to get up and running again. In future, there will be more contests as we wish to restore a bit of fun here, as we can. So please join us in our efforts to bring interested parties to our site, for without them and you, what purpose would there be in continuing this blog?

At this time, I will tell you about some changes we are making to improve this blog. Given the nature and scope of Dream Teller's many business dealings it was neccessary to hire more staff. We have welcomed among us two new associates and expect to welcome others in the near future. As Dream Teller is adamently opposed to having things become too big and having to rush to meet deadlines, etc., we will begin the process of splitting this blog site off from her other business dealings. It is our belief that each of those deserves its own place in the scheme of things in order to be properly administered. In that effort, the two most important aspects, and closest to Dream Teller's heart, this blog and her novels will each have their own sites so as not to confuse issues.

We are in the process of preparing a website for our author and there you will be able to access information, review excerpts from each novel, and interact with the author. This site will only accept e-mails pertinent to the nature of its business and the rest of her dealings, charities, etc., will be combined and handled by an entirely different set of staff members. With Dream Teller at the helm, things should go more smoothly; and we ask your continued and most appreciated patience until we find our rhythmn.

As we have had many requests, we are also looking into setting up a membership for those who wish to join us in our efforts. It will not be a club of any sort as that smacks of commercialism and fanfare; another of Dream Teller's adament dislikes. There are many sites that have gone that route and while they serve their own purpose, it will not serve ours. The membership will be specifically for the purposes of having access to needed information, offering your views, and requesting help in the event that such help as we provide is needed. Dream Teller will also put out a newsletter geared to things of the nature we deal with; calendar events, places and books of information one might access, and the like. Those should provide information that will answer many of your e-mail questions and help cut down on the volume of mail. It is not that we don't want you to e-mail us but to separate needs for information from needs of immediate assistance so that we can provide help in a more timely and effective manner.

In order to provide for the membership neccessities, a small fee will be charged to cover costs of printing, use of staff to explore and obtain information, and so on. That fee will entitle you to many options and privileges which we are presently working to provide. The date that the membership becomes viable, I will post the information you need to join. Understand that not everyone who requests it will be eligible to join. Those who are more interested in entertainment will be directed to the website for Dream Teller's novels where they can join a membership for entertainment purposes. That is not to say that one must be of a specific heritage in order to join at this site, but that one must hold a real interest in things of this nature.

In other words, what we do here is not play but a real and valuable form of assistance; whether that be informative or physical. We will also have many esteemed associates join us to answer your questions, offer information, and aye, to serve those in need of assistance and protection. So as we gear up for these changes, bear with us. We think you will find your place among us at either one or the other of the membership sites. We are looking forward to visiting with you and helping you become more knowledgeable concerning all Kinds, and their way of life. Take heart, for the sun is rising on the horizon. As you learn from us, we, too, will learn from you and learning is what will lift the veil of secrecy among Kinds so that we may all co-exist in peace and harmony.

Remember that there may be times of black-out at this site (no posting) when due to a dangerous situation, we are all called upon to assist the 'Council of Alliances', which provides for our blog site. Blessed Be, Kaithlin.

New Journey

Blessings upon one and all. 'Tis a new day, a new opportunity to begin again.

I wish to thank all of you who took the time to forward your condolences to me for the loss of my life-partner. 'Tis been a difficult time, to say the least, near unbearable. But the time has come to re-enter life, for all is as was meant to be. And while there will always be an empty place in my heart and soul, I have only to bring forth my memories to renew my bruised and battered spirit.

Many of you wondered if this blog would continue and I say to you, "aye and it will for there is much work to be done." 'Twould be easy to call it quits in this journey called life and leave the work to others but that, my fellow travelers, is not my way. Each of us has a calling; some, more than one, and to desert one's calling is to lose at life; to leave undone that which one is put here to do. And so...

The beginning will be difficult; at best, and I ask you to bear with me until I am again at full speed. I am blessed in that I have a wonderful and supportive family to help see me through my grief, but this evening I would tell you of the blessings of friends and comrades who have quietly but determinedly been giving me gentle nudges to go forward, rather than linger in the past.

Kaithlin, my wonderful, loyal assistant... The Vampyre Garth, my true friend and confidant... the esteemed Warlock Gregory and his partner, the Sorceress JoHaunna and their family... my newest and dear friend, the Vampyre Roman... and all the other esteemed visitors who have helped to make this blog the success that it is: I wish to thank all of you for your behind the scenes assistance in my time of need. To those of you who gave, selflessly of yourselves; prayer chants, circles of protection and healing, I thank you from the deepest part of my being.

I welcome my staff back and thank you all for keeping the business end of my responsibilities running smoothly in my absence.

I have given some thought to what would be a good beginning for the blog site and as there is much work to be done, I thought perhaps bringing new visitors here would serve to get us off to a good start. In order to reach new interested parties I thought we might begin by offering an incentive to our regular visitors, you, in the effort to reach out to others. My staff came up with the idea of offering a gift to the visitor who gets the most new people to visit our blog. Now, the only thing I can see that might be wrong with that is that, sadly, someone will invent names and e-mail addresses (has happened before) in order to win. Some of those we will be able to detect, but many will go undetected. So, my staff has said that rather than worry over the matter, we should put everyone on the honor system and go with it. I have agreed.

If you will recall, Kaithlin once gave you the address of the woman who designs and creates beautiful capes for me. They are her own custom designs of high quality fabric and workmanship so I will purchase one as the gift for the winner. They are costly and not sold on the mass market; a remarkable garment, of which I own several. The object is to reach a broader audience in order to get neccessary information out there so if you are interested in owning an exclusive garment that can be worn for a number of different occassions, we will begin tommorrow, April 21st, and end on June 21st, which is summer solstice.

In the near future we will be gearing up for the Witch's holidays, with special events on our calender that we will offer a select few of you the opportunity to attend. Aye, and it is time to bring some of you into our realm; to meet and greet you and speak with you about opportunities available to you. I know it has been a long time coming, letting others into our midst, but the time is nigh. I have not forgotten those of you who have requested to meet with us and we will begin working toward that end.

In the meantime, I will also be getting ready to publish my book and when it becomes available the time and place will be noted, here. Once again, I thank all of you who sent condolences; particularly, Onyxroots, Jeremiah, Ashley, and Grayson for your kind and thoughtful words. Blessed May You Be, Dream Teller.

Life's Journey

Good evening one and all.
'Tis been a while since last I was here and it is with sadness and a deep sense of loss that I come to you at this particular time. As you know, I left you in February with a brief note concerning my reasons for temporarily abandoning my blog. 'Twas a harrowing journey from Christmas last until March 30th when my darling husband and partner left this world to dwell with the angels. I have known many sorrows in my lifetime but none so painful as losing my other half -my soul mate. And so this evening I will take you on one of life's journeys; one I hope my words will somehow prepare you for such an eventuality; mayhap help those of you traveling that road, now.

For all that I consider myself a strong, durable individual I learned just how quickly I could be, was, taken to my knees by what I now term the silent killer of human kind. Neither of us was prepared for what we were to face; both of us believing that pneumonia was the single culprit that began draining a strong man's physical strength from him, bit by bit. Truth told, he did have pneumonia which was shocking enough given that he'd never been seriously ill in the whole of his life. But that my friends was just the tip of the ice berg.

By the time all the medical tests were run we knew that there was more to his problem than the obvious. What I learned made me violently ill; sick to my stomach. Worse, it was up to me to deliver the dreaded news to the man I had always looked upon as ten feet tall and oh yes, bullet proof, too. There in that sterile hospital room, just the two of us holding onto one another, I told him his life was nearly done. Cancer -brain, lung, and within a matter of weeks it was worse. Twenty-four lesions clouded his brain, a massive tumor in the right lung, another in the cervical area of the spine.

The doctors were shocked that he was up and about and clear of mind for they had never seen so much damage in a living being. But that was how my love was; strong and enduring. Later, following fourteen rounds of aggressive radiation to the brain and one heavy round of two kinds of chemotherapy, we got more bad news. Tumors all along his spine. It was that day that I will never forget; the day we weighed more aggressive treatment against coming home and spending what time he had left with our family. He opted to come home and as I look back I am glad of that choice. We had four full days of quality time together and with the children and the rest of our family; four days in which that amazing man laughed and cried with each of us, shared his personal belongings with his children, and set about getting his house in order as he made certain that I was well set to travel on alone.

On the fifth day he began the decline and I and our daughters and other family members gently cared for him as he slipped further and further away from us. I had pled for a miracle at the beginning and it took me a while to figure out that we were given one; just not what I asked for. In all of that, he never once knew a moment of pain and that, friends, is a miracle. Even his doctors were stymied as to why he did not suffer the horrible pain that usually accompanies one form of cancer, let alone all that he had.

There were many lessons I learned during that journey but the most outstanding one of all is the one I carry in my heart. He never once asked God to deliver him from his illness, but only prayed for his family to weather the grief of his passing. And how strong was his faith! While I will mourn my loss to my dying day, I know that life must continue; that I must carry my load and seek to finish the job I was sent here to do, as he most certainly finished his.

Now, some of you might be wondering why we didn't seek other options regarding his treatment. The answer is simple. There were none capable of doing the job. It matters not who you are and what you are capable of doing; whether that be another Kind with certain abilities, other healing remedies such as can be had from ancient recipies past down through the ages, and so forth. They simply can not cure everything and neither does modern medicine. When one's time comes and one is meant to leave this plane not even a Master of any Kind can deter the inevitable. And so it was.

And so this evening I will leave you with this; bargain not for that which is not meant to be, for to do so is to tempt the wrath of your God. Life's journey must be made, from birth to death, and even those with immortality and longevity beyond what is considered normal will tell you that none are immune. Take heart, for there is a better life awaiting those of us who accept what is written and what will come to pass. Blessed May You Be, Dream Teller